Isaiah 25

Leeser^{(i) 1} O Lord, my God art thou; I will exalt thee, I will praise thy name; for thou hast done wonderful things, resolves of distant times are become faithful confirmation. ² For thou hast made of a city a stone-heap; of a fortified town a falling ruin; the palace of barbarians ceaseth out of the city, to eternity shall it not be rebuilt. ³ Therefore shall a strong people honor thee; the town of the tyrannical nations shall fear thee. ⁴ For thou hast become a stronghold to the poor, a stronghold to the needy when he is distressed; a protection from the tempest, a shadow from the heat; for the wrathful breath of the tyrants is like the tempest against a wall. ⁵ Like heat in a dry land, wilt thou subdue the tumult of the barbarians; as the heat is lessened by the shadow of the cloud, so will he subdue the song of the tyrants. ⁶ And the Lord of hosts will make unto all the nations on this mountain a feast of fat things, a feast of wines on the lees, of fat things full of marrow, of wines on the lees well refined. ⁷ And he will destroy on this mountain the face of the covering which covereth all the people, and the vail that is spread over all the nations. ⁸ He will destroy death to eternity: and the Lord Eternal will wipe away the tear from off all faces; and the shame of his people will he remove from off all the earth; for the Lord hath spoken it. ⁹ And men will say on that day, Lo, this is our God, for whom we have waited that he would help us; this is the Lord for whom we have waited, we will be glad and we will rejoice in his salvation. ¹⁰ For the hand of the Lord will rest on this mountain, and Moab shall be trodden down on his own place, even as straw is trodden down upon the dunghill. ¹¹ And he will spread forth his hands in the midst thereof, as the swimmer spreadeth them forth to swim: and he will bring down his pride together with the joints of his hands. ¹² And the fortress of the stronghold of thy walls he bringeth down, layeth low, casteth it to the ground, even to the dust.